be nonchalant with screws ._. paint

[ARVID R.]

This was quite the little prank, now wasn't it? While Arvid wasn't that much of a prankster himself, he certainly could appreciate a good joke, and this seemed like a harmless enough one. It wasn't as if Anthem would particularly mind all that much, considering the lizard was still dozing away peacefully in the sun. The dire wolf couldn't help the snickering that left him as he approached, his tail wagging back and forth behind him as he spoke up, "I guess we'll have to start calling him Canvas, instead of Anthem." He didn't bother trying to tell Anthemtalon about what happened, at least not yet. There didn't seem to be much reason to wake the other up, and he was fairly sure Saturn's prancing around would warrant some kind of stirring soon enough. Or perhaps that was expecting a little too much out of Anthem. After all, the air was pretty cold that day, and it was entirely possible the komodo wouldn't actually wake up until many hours later.

Speaking of Saturn's hopping around, Arvid found himself pretty amused by how cheerful his parental figure seemed to be. Not that Saturn was particularly depressed or sour most of the time, but this was certainly a new side that the canine hadn't really seen before. It made him smile, and he soon found himself moving over to the bucket of paint, dipping one of his own paws into the thick blue liquid. He then carefully moved to paint on the side of Anthem's face, drawing a small pattern of dots and lines beneath the other's eye. It was almost like tribal face paint, in a way. Turning back to Saturn, Arvid questioned them with a content little hum, "You seem happy... have you painted before?" Although, he wasn't sure what they were doing could properly described as painting, at the moment. It was more like... vaguely hopping around while also getting paint somewhere.

i wanna be the sand inside that hourglass